Post by Meoquanee on May 30, 2012 20:47:42 GMT -5
[Basics]:
Name: SharpThistle | Age: 7 years | Gender: Female |
[Politics]:
Pack: The BearSkull Pack | Current Rank: Retired Elder |
[Relations]:
Parents:
[Personality]:
Generally: SharpThistle lives up to her name for the most part, with a sharp tongue and a rather rude, cranky old crone attitude she has a tendency to drive others away from her company after only a short amount of time because of this. However, under the right circumstances SharpThistle can also be very tender and caring. Puppies have the most advantage to this..unless they aggravate her too much. In her youth, she was a very active she wolf but now in her retired life and reaching her last years she rarely if ever leaves the Camp area. Her arthritic joints cannot take much travelling and running is almost entirely out of the question so instead she spends her days lounging around or looking for pack members to harass. Even the Alpha himself isn't safe from her stinging words.
[Visual]:
Species: Gray Wolf
Physical Description: SharpThistle's age shows well in her physique. Once strong lean muscles are now wiry strings attached to bone beneath her thick fur. In fact, the thick fullness of her fur is the only thing she hasn't lost or is losing it seems. She is 'hunchbacked' in that her head has a tendency to hang just above shoulder level at its highest, her bones creak and groan and stiffen easily due to the onset of arthritis and her gait is slow and deliberate. Though her fur has retained the sharp rusty reddish color shades, grey does in fact grizzle her muzzle and around her honey golden eyes. Eyes which, when you look well enough into, show clear signs of going blind as the centers are a murky blue color (though she would never admit it).
[History]:
Before the Pack: Born in the Pack
Within the Pack: SharpThistle grew up with a fairly normal family. She was born of the second litter that her parents had along with her sisters ClearBrook and Wren, whom to this day is unknown whether to be living or dead as she left the pack in her prime years. As a pup, SharpThistle though not the most dominant of her littermates never backed down to the one that was. Thus, she rarely got pushed around by the dominant one, but she herself had no interest in being the 'boss'. She was closest to her littermate Wren, and the two were often seen venturing out together when they were old enough to leave the Camp. The two made a great team and often brought home decent sized ungulates for the pack to feast on. During this time, the current Alpha's (Storm Rage) grandfather was in rule and the times were peaceful. At this time Storm Rage's father, Black Bear, was a year old. He was a surly pup from the start, but it had been dismissed simply as dominant behavior. Only was it too late before they realized it was more than dominance, but power hungry behavior and there was no reversing it.
Now in her third year as an adult, SharpThistle began to be courted by a male named Dark River Cobble. He was a Border Guard and did his job quite well. SharpThistle knew Dark River Cobble her entire life, as the two had always resided in The BearSkull Pack, but only when they had reached sexual maturity had they found any interest in one another. She, a sleek and beautiful lady and he a strong, handsome and capable fellow. They mated in less than four moons of courtship and were almost instantly blessed with their first litter. Only two were born, named Bull Elk and WhistlingWind, both males. Not long after the birth of her first litter, Black Bear's father died mysteriously. A silent disease had been the most assumed reason but there were whispers of suspicion that none ever allowed to reach the ears of the high ranked. Either way, Black Bear had risen to power and things began to take a dark turn. Four years into her life and SharpThistle gave birth to her second and last litter, another two: CedarShred and TwistedPaw, one male and one female. TwistedPaw had been named for the obvious reason of one of her forepaws being deformed...twisted at a sickening angle. The otherwise healthy pup might've had a chance to survive...if Black Bear hadn't seized it without warning and killed the 'pollution'. SharpThistle had been devastated, and though her sister Wren had tried to convince her to leave the pack SharpThistle would not. It was her home, and it was a safe place for her pups. Argue as she might with SharpThistle, Wren could not get her to see otherwise. Wren left that night, furious at both Black Bear and SharpThistle and never returned to The BearSkull Pack. Only days later SharpThistle's mother died of old age and one moon later her father followed.
It didn't take long for Black Bear to take a mate and knock her up, and Storm Rage was born. Only two moons after the young heir was brought into the world, another tragedy befell SharpThistle. Dark River Cobble died. In a pack hunt, he'd gotten kicked too hard in the head by a full grown elk. It killed him instantly. Now the she wolf rests as an old lady with a mindful of fading memories and can only watch as Storm Rage struggles to keep from following in his father's pawsteps.
[Other]: (Optional)
Theme Song: __
Voice: Crackling and gravelly, slightly shaky.